She is not gone yet. She has not moved since this time yesterday. Except for almost imperceptably lifting her head when i am near her. Each time i pass her i squat to caress her. Tay is subdued. I wouldn't call her sad, but rather just in response to Death in the house. And though we are both, subdued, we go on with the ordinary things of a day. I went into town and mailed things, got all i will need until next Monday.
Home, i went to Michelles blog and all day the 108 Hanuman Chalisas filled this home. Thank you, Michelle. Some how it was very right.
Last night it snowed again. All the paths that i had shoveled were covered but today was warm enough so much melted. But it is a very soggy soggy world Out There. The wood pile is wet. Will need to bring in wood to dry it before attempting to Use it for warmth.
And again….just these small scraps
they have become a little ship….a little ship that is either a being or the life that the being has sailed through….us or our life and i am thinking so many thoughts…what is the difference between Us and our Lives? is that One thing?, and we always wish the dying an easy passage, but i wonder if that is possible?, easiness?, ….it is hard to let go of what you have loved. But her quiet stillness shows me that there is nothing else to do. The body slowly shuts down, the spirit lingers. When something becomes simultaneous, we go.
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